Of course, in the end, Egil's decree was not recruited by some Ranger Knights. There were a few juggling clowns and flute-playing musicians. However, Egil snorted coldly: Why do you want these things? But it was not good to make these people feel cold. Just think of it as a daughter buying horse bones. In this way, these people were given a pretty good treatment - and then put them in the city for free performances, barely increasing the support for the common people.

"So, this era and something... do you really have to wait until Rome is destroyed before snatching talents from there?" After accepting another group of guys who are very strong and run very fast, eating more than ordinary people, Egil couldn't help but complain helplessly.

"By the way, I am already very tired when dealing with various official duties. I can't stand it if I continue like this."

"Well, although I'm also very unhappy with that arrogant country. But looking at this, this country can have a lifespan of at least hundreds of years - and there are also official duties, aren't it usually left to your officials to deal with? In addition to being idle (communicating with the system elves and operating the system), you are just delusions about the map (really delusions, punching the Roman nursing home, stepping on the Byzantine kindergarten, etc.)" While holding the sandwich "invented" by Egil, who was complaining about this was Egil's newlywed wife, Queen Arthur Artoria.

In recent times, under Egil's careful care, Artoria has basically recovered - almost, except for the fact that the combat effectiveness has become very unstable due to the influence of the Libra ring, everything else is normal - for all this, Egil's explanation is: the sequelae caused by an unreasonable lifestyle some time ago.

In addition, Artoria was very satisfied with her current situation. For Egil, her husband, she could barely score a good score of 75 points. Such scores mainly come from the sense of superiority that Artoria could inexplicably develop when facing him.

It's like: Oh, it turns out that I'm not the most evil and shameless person in this world. Compared to someone, I'm pure like an angel.

In this way, Artoria's mood will become particularly good.

...Okay, this bad mentality is actually not a good thing. But let's put it aside for now.

Egil's concept of marriage also made Artoria feel very satisfied. In addition to the messy things after turning off the light and going to bed, Egil was more likely to face a friend rather than a lover when facing Artoria. Although he would occasionally make some harmless yellow jokes, saying that he was lying in her arms for comfort...

Overall, the newlyweds are quite satisfied with the marriage. That's it.

After that, Edger further integrated resources. After Edward finally collected enough money to redeem himself, Edger did not hesitate to invest the money in the governance of the British territory. He renovated the already dilapidated city block in London, built a water gate at the mouth of the Thames, forcibly demolished a large number of wooden houses and converted them into a brick and stone structure. At the same time, there were also many other urban supporting facilities. In this way, just transforming a city of London, all 27,000 gold coins were all added. A lot of taxes were also added.

Afterwards, Egil thought for a while and thought that Nottingham was in the inland British, there was no need for Nottingham to maintain such a high defense, so he demolished Nottingham Castle and transformed it into a large town. In addition, there was still some money left and he barely built York City. In this way, Egil's working capital disappeared without a trace. If you want to continue to invest in construction, you have to wait until the taxes will arrive next month. Or...

War reparations.

By the way, the problem of the Scots in the north has been delayed for another month, and it is time to solve it.

However, before that, another thing came to Egil.

After more than a month of "recruitment", Egil has completely lost interest in the so-called taxi and has directly thrown this job to the government agencies below for processing. He is happy to be idle and plays with his pets every day - I mean his wife. Anyway, general affairs have bureaucracy and big things have a system. Egil himself only needs to spend a little time giving orders. Only when encountering major things or in troublesome things that cannot be solved will Egil take action personally. These so-called troubles are really hard to defeat him. They can be handled very well.

So, when Egil heard the news brought by the mayor of London that another "talent" came to join, it was normal that he was a little unhappy.

"Didn't you say that this kind of thing is enough to leave it to you to handle." Although he said that, Egil still went out with the mayor. He walked and said to Artoria like this:

"Wait for me a little-don't steal cards."

"Do you think I'm the same as you?" Artoria snorted coldly, looking very disdainful. Then when Egil walked away, he quickly lifted the poker, looked at it and snorted coldly.

"It's true that it's not OK to let this guy shuffle the cards." Then he carefully calculated the two decks of cards between himself and Egil, and replaced himself with a set that just restrained Egil, but it was not too much. It was impossible to tell that it was a cheating face. After doing it, everything was restored.

Bridge, something that is both simple and interesting, is the most commonly used entertainment tool between Egil and Artoria. Of course, both the couple with a bad mind do not like to have fun. Egil's cheating is relatively high-end, and uses the technique of cutting and shuffling cards to exchange the entire deck for a card that is beneficial to them. Artoria's methods are more common, which are stealing cards and changing cards. So they are often caught by Egil. Of course, Artoria will refuse to admit it after being caught.

That's it.

Egil naturally knew that his wife was not a good person like him. So he murmured in his mouth that if things were not important, he would withdraw the mayor from his return, spending an extra 1,200,000 coupons to exchange for a better one. The mayor was sweating all over his head.

"Is it just you... what is your surname? Where do you live? How many people in your family have a few acres of land? Some cows in the field say..."

"The little one is called Robin Hood. He lives in England, has a house and a field at home, and he has endless fun..."

Well, the above is purely aphrodisiac. In fact, this guy wearing a grass-green dress, a very unlucky cuckold, and a large number of dead grass and leaves, didn't say a word from the beginning, just knelt quietly in front of Egil on one knee, while holding a wooden box with both hands up.

“Show it.”

Although I don't think the jungle war experts in such camouflage uniforms can bring something good - no, in fact, what exactly is placed in the wooden box? Egil has basically guessed this strong smell of rottenness and the dry feeling of a lot of lime. There is nothing else except the head.

However, Egil has seen such things a lot. Over the past year, Egil has evolved from a boy with no power to a boy with no power to a boy with many people who have killed them.

But it was still very disgusting. After opening it and looking at it, the shriveled and disgusting look was beyond the unique sharp ears that could indicate that he was an elf.

Egil frowned, endured the disgust and observed it carefully, but still did not recognize who it was. So he shook his hand and asked someone to put the wooden box back first, then asked, "Who is that elf?"

"Report to His Majesty the King. That elf is the fugitive you want, former elf mercenary leader Cadice." said the man kneeling on one knee, wearing a camouflage uniform in the Middle Ages.

"...it's like this." Although I had never seen this guy before, before, during the battle with the Celtics, the Celtic archers' battles like rain left a deep impression on Egil. He understood that Caddis was an excellent longbow commander. He also understood how difficult it was to hunt such a powerful elf longbow in the mountains of Wales.

"Go and ask the queen to come and identify it." Egil ordered a guard knight, and then asked to the person kneeling on the ground: "You are also a longbowman?"

"Yes, make a living." The man replied.

"Your name?"

"Robin Hood."

"Oh...no wonder." Egil nodded. He had already begun to believe that this guy killed the elf mercenary leader.

"...Have your Majesty heard of me, too?" The man who claimed to be Robin Hood seemed a little excited after Egil made such a move.

"Yes." Egil chuckled, "I've heard a little bit... By the way, do you live in Sherwood Forest now? Do you have some friends?"

"Yes."

"Their level...I mean the level of bows and arrows, how about?" Egil asked.

"Slightly worse than me. But it's also comparable to the usual sharpshooter." Robin Hood replied.
Chapter completed!